I have a cold. All week I have been feeling crappy, with low energy, lots of sneezing and blowing my nose, and a bit of a cough thrown into the mix just to add variety. Typical for a health care worker, I am good with patients, but not a good patient. Terrible, in fact.
I thought it might be amusing to write down some of the weird thoughts I have when I'm sick. Yes? No? Maybe it's just the meds talking, I don't know what's fun any more. Well, whether you like it or not, here they are:
Sneezing feels good. Like a mini-orgasm.
But not when you're eating.
Oops, was that some rice flying out?
Yes, it was.
My nose is on fire.
My entire face hurts.
Bless you, Penaten cream!
I have a white mustache now, but it's a fair price to pay for no more burning.
Oh no, I ran out of tissues!
Gotta buy softer toilet paper. My nose doesn't like this one.
I'm sick of sneezing. (Ha, see what I did there?)
I can't breathe through my nose.
I can't taste my food.
I should take advantage of it and eat all the healthy food I don't like.
Naw, comfort food it is.
How can one person produce so much snot? I must be setting a record here.
Need more Penaten cream.
Can dogs get infected by the human cold?
Maybe I should stop kissing them.
But I can't, it's too hard. I need their love.
Just googled it. The answer seems to be no. Phew!
Oops, just sneezed all over my computer.
When will it be over?
To all my fellow sickies out there, I feel for you! Let's raise our cups with hot lemon water and toast each other to a speedy recovery!